Post 8
Though the war between my brother and son was terrible and bloody, after many years it was finally resolved. My story's conflict was fully resolved when my son defeated the man that killed his father, and this cry of victory filled the ears of many, "Glory to Horus of the mighty blow, the brave one, the slayer, the wielder of the Harpoon, the only son of Osiris, Horus of Edfu, Horus the avenger!" But even with Horus's victory  not everything turned out the way he had planned, he and Seth ( in spirit form) appeared before the assembly of the gods. They then contended in words for the rule of the world. But not even Thoth the wise could give judgment. And so it comes about that Horus and Seth still contend for the souls of men and for the rule of the world.
There were no more battles on the Nile or in the land of Egypt; and my husband rested quietly in his grave. I now lived was on the island of Philae, the most sacred place of all, in the Nile a few miles upstream from Elephantine. But my people believed that the Last Battle was still to come - and that Horus would defeat Seth in this also. And then when Seth was destroyed forever, my husband would rise from the dead and return to earth, bringing with him all those who had been his own faithful followers. And for this reason the Egyptians embalmed dead and set the bodies away beneath towering pyramids of stone and deep in the tomb chambers of western Thebes, so that the blessed souls returning from Amenti should find them ready to enter again, and in them to live for ever on earth under the good god Osiris, me, his queen and our son Horus.



The pyramids where the Egyptians buried their dead.